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By Billy Joel, Well, bless my soul, what's wrong with me?
I'm itching like
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By Billy Joel, Instrumental.
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By Billy Joel, Oh, flew in from Miami Beach B.O.A.C
Didn't get to bed
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By Billy Joel, One, two, a-one two three
Let me tell you a story
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By Billy Joel, Well I know you got your troubles
But I've got problems
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By Billy Joel, Well, it's been building up inside of me
For oh, I
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By Billy Joel, Once long ago, all the faithful held a show
Down in
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By Billy Joel, Everything I do
I'm thinking thoughts of only you, girl
Everywhere I
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By Billy Joel, Oh, Oh, Oh
For the longest time
Oh, Oh, Oh
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By Billy Joel, (One, two, one two three four)
I...went...searching for the truth but
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By Billy Joel, Goodnight my angel, time to close your eyes
And save
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By Billy Joel, Well, since my baby left me
I found a new place
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By Billy Joel, Oh, God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe says,
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By Billy Joel, Well I'm driving on down to the subside bar
These days
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By Billy Joel, I've got every reason on earth to be mad
'Cause I've
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By Billy Joel, In a sentimental mood
I can see the stars come through
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By Billy Joel, Didn'cha know what I meanWhen I said 'I love you
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By Billy Joel, If it seems like I've been lostIn let's rememberIf you
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By Billy Joel, She stands before you naked
You can see it, you can
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By Billy Joel, Come around when you're feeling lowWhen you're down you can
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By Billy Joel, (We need a count-on for this, all right? One two
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By Billy Joel, Goodnight, my angel
Time to close your eyes
And save these questions
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By Billy Joel, Goodnight, my angelTime to close your eyesAnd save these questions
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By Billy Joel, One-two-three-four
Money or love, which one are you doing it for?
Everybody
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By Billy Joel, Yeay......Well I'm driving down this road, on this big old
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By Billy Joel, (Originally recorded 1965)
Well I climb the highest mountain, and I
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By Billy Joel, Today I'm living like a rich man's son
Tomorrow morning I
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By Billy Joel, (One two) One two (One two) One two
(One two) (One
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By Billy Joel, Only a man whose broken can appreciate the awful thing
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By Billy Joel, Come out, Virginia, don't let me wait, you Catholic girls
